guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 47

After a day, Ryan finally untied Brendon's arms. He stretched gratefully and sighed.

"That feel better, baby?" Ryan asked.

Brendon scoffed. "Don't call me that." He said.

Ryan didn't respond, he only went and sat beside Brendon on the floor. "The door and the windows are all locked, so there's no sense in you trying to get away. There's a bathroom for you. If you're good, I'll think about bringing a bed in here so you don't have to keep sleeping on the floor."

"What do you mean, 'if I'm good'?" Brendon asked.

Ryan smiled and leaned closer to Brendon. Brendon leaned away, scooting back a little.

"I mean when you stop doing that." Ryan said.

"Doing what?" Brendon said.

Ryan scooted closer, and Brendon's heartbeat sped up. "When you stop trying to get away. When you just.. let things happen."

"Let what happen?" Brendon asked, too scared to move again.

Ryan smirked and leaned towards Brendon. Brendon's breathing picked up, but he couldn't move. It was like he was frozen. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, as Ryan closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Brendon's.

Brendon didn't kiss him back, obviously, but he didn't stop him. He couldn't. It was like all of his limbs were glued in place, and the only part of him that was moving was his heart, which was beating out of his chest. He was so afraid, so stressed out. He felt like he was about to pass out.

He felt Ryan's cold fingers slide under his shirt, over his stomach. He shivered, and somehow that brought him back to reality. He gasped and shoved Ryan off of him, scooting into the corner of the room. "Stop." He said to Ryan, who was looking at him with his eyes narrowed.

"Brendon, this should be easy for you. We were together so long, you know how these things work. But guess what? Since you're acting like this, I've got something new to add in."

Ryan reached into his pocket, and Brendon's eyes widened as he saw Ryan's fist clench around something. A knife? A gun? Was Ryan going to kill him?

He gulped as Ryan pulled whatever it was out. He felt a little relived when it was only a syringe, but that only lasted a moment as he realized what Ryan was about to do.

"Ryan." Brendon said. "Don't."

Ryan smiled and walked closer to Brendon, who had nowhere to go. "It's a type of muscle relaxer." Ryan said. "You'll be conscious, barely, but you'll have little control over your body."

Brendon shook his head, his eyes wide. "Ryan, no." He begged, looking up at Ryan.

"It's either you let me do what I want, or I give you this and still do what I want. Which one?" Ryan said.

"W- what do you want to do to me?" Brendon stammered, although he had a pretty good idea.

Ryan smiled. "Oh, just the things we always used to do. You know how I like it."

Brendon shook his head, covering his face with his hands. "Ryan.." he said, pulling his knees to his chest. "Please. Please don't."

Ryan shrugged. "I've given you your options. Pick, or I'll pick for you."

Brendon shook his head, tears filling his eyes.

"I'm gonna make it hurt either way." Ryan said darkly. "As punishment."

"Punishment for what?" Brendon asked, his voice cracking. He felt so vulnerable, and it reminded him of when he was with Ryan. He hated it.

"You're taking too long to decide." Ryan said, and in one fluid motion he was surging forward sticking the needle into Brendon's arm. Brendon didn't even struggle, he only let his head fall back against the wall and accepted it. Either way, Ryan was going to get his way. Maybe it would hurt less if he was drugged.

He felt himself getting dizzy, and his arms and legs were tingling. He let out a sob as everything got blurry and he felt Ryan's hands on him, pulling at his clothes.